Amantes sunt amentes
When they arrived at the gate of the city, it was quite dark.
In seeking an inn, the girl slowly moved along a deserted street at random, and soon Tanais keen eyes made out in one of the houses some sign.
Pushing the door open, they found themselves in a rather dirty den, but the night came, and hope that they will be able to find a decent shelter, did not have to, so Tanais with a determined look came up to the counter and asked the owner whether to stay overnight is impossible, as well as dinner and wash.
The innkeeper, judging by appearances, Greek, looked at them with some hunted eyes and muttered sullenly:
- If you value your life, I would advise you to look for another shelter.
- Thanks for the advice, but we did not use. Two roast chickens, two bottles of wine, fresh bread and fruit.
- Go behind me.
Following the innkeeper girl climbed the rickety and creaky stairs. The owner opened the room door and lit a candle on the table, which highlighted the miserable atmosphere, consisting of a low bed, two rickety chairs and the aforementioned table with a candle and a pitcher.
While preparing dinner, the girls washed, and a short time later, the landlord brought the order, and they have reinforced their forces tender meat chicken, and fresh fruit, and the new wine, and make love, and so was perfect their love, which is a close and dirty closet turned into royal palaces and narrow, questionable cleanliness of the bed - a bed in a decent gods, studded with fragrant rose petals.
And their speech was all the same simple and artless speech of lovers since the time of King Solomon.
- Your Eyelashes - archers arrows, without a miss hit the target, thy mouth - a busy bend the bow, your opinion - the irresistible sword, and all of you - deadly weapon …
- Your hands - a flexible liana, your breath - amber, musk and aloe, your curls - black silk, your eyes - sparkling stars, and all you have - of lilies and roses …
- Chest yours - the golden helmet of a warrior, your neck - the tower of the fortress, your hair - the mane of a young mare, and all you - like an army ready for battle.
- Your Shoulders - ivory, thy mouth - red garnet, your teeth - a necklace of pearls, and all of you - of pure gold …
- Your Smile - May sun, your voice - flute on dewy meadow, your skin - velvet, and all you - a dream …
- You - a delicate rose in the garden of God, as a timid doe, drinking from a forest creek. Kissing your - sweet poison, your kindness - wine tasting, your love - with which to compare it, even if the death of her weak ..?
- Your cheeks - two delicate peach, your eyebrows - two soft sable, your kisses - a burning flame, your love - torture ... Only your love can not compare me with nothing, because - that compares with it ..?